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For an exhibition that ultimately didn't happen,

the museum [bleep] asked me

to respond in images to the question:

Where do you stand,

Leos Car—

Me

Thank you for your question.

I don't know...

And if I knew, I would answer.

That night

I fell asleep early

YOU’RE IN THE EGG

BORN IN

It started like this.

Me, I never had anything to say.

There, that's my father.

No, not him.

Him.

But no, not there.

There.

Yes, yes, it's him.

- Him? - Him?

No, not him.

Him, there. There.

And there, the little one, on the left.

There, with my mother.

There, with me.

No, not there. There.

-There. -With me.

And there, me, a child.

No, not him.

Him, there.

And there, with my sister.

And there,

with my 3 sisters.

In many families, there’s a fatal one who, for the family, is a kind of illness.

I am that to you.

My 3 guardians.

From father to son.

Théo.

Polo.

Javelot.

There,

young me,

running towards my destiny.

Oh, God, of all the gripes,

spare me the melancholic!

I've been sick all my life.

And I just want to keep going.

My hand.

My foot.

And there...

My ass.

There, that's my daughter in the cradle.

The sea speaks.

And there, her and I.

Dad would catch you, but if you run too fast

–too fast, then... then... then–

then the shark can't catch you.

And that's how it is.

The shark wanted to catch you? Your foot?

-Yeah. -And what was I doing?

You, you didn't see that...

that my shark, he bit my foot.

- You didn't see. - Oh yeah?

Yeah.

Why didn't you see it in the dream?

In dreams, you're in charge.

- Oh. - It's not my fault.

But I want you to catch me because I don't want him to bite me.

BAD BLOOD FATHERS

CINEMA FORGIVES YOU EVERYTHING

HOLD ME BACK

OR I WILL

One move and I shoot.

HURT MYSELF

Dead.

- Dead? - Dead.

THOSE OF THE 20TH CENTURY

I don't know this guy

but he's like me.

Filmmaker, and of small stature.

Like me too, some would add

White, male, heterosexual

There, this child,

he's a survivor of the ghetto in Krakow.

And this young man

lost part of his family during the Holocaust.

This one lost his wife,

murdered while she was pregnant.

And this one

sodomized a little girl.

All these men were born in the last century.

Me too.

THE MASK OF FEAR

He thought,

even if I walked alone in the desert,

for a very long time,

an eternity,

without ever meeting another person,

I think I would keep imprinted on my face

a mask of worry,

on my guard

for fear of suddenly being seen by someone,

and what would be obvious to the world would be

my solitude.

My impostor.

NOWADAYS EUROPE

WHILE IT’S TOO LATE

26 years old

They dream of the day when HATE can cry:

They dream of the day when HATE can cry:

HURRAY!

HURRAY!

AND EVERYONE SAYS

HUMILIATED & OFFENDED

AND THE BAD DREAM SPREADS

AND THE BAD LAUGH SPREADS

THE SHADOW WINS

PRIDE

ADJECTION

This is the punishment! Do penance! The end of time has come!

End of everything

My eyes, be cursed! Feast on this lovely spectacle!

Enter here, Jean Moulin,

with your terrible cortège.

Enter with the people born from the shadows and disappeared with them,

our brothers in the order of the night.

GOOD NEWS

This morning, I met Mr. Merde on Rue des Pyrénées.

And since it was nice out

we went for a walk in Buttes-Chaumont.

I asked him his opinion on the situation,

since he travels a lot.

He started to respond

but stopped short,

overcome by a need.

Ladies and gentlemen, good morning,

and bon appétit.

France is afraid.

It’s been 3 days since anyone in the country has laughed.

Yes! Not a single laugh in France

for 3 days.

The phenomenon remains for now

completely unexplained.

Attention!

As often happens, time passes.

Time passes.

SPINNING

THE SMILE OF SPEED

LEVITY

GRAVITY

In the beginning, when the operators pushed the camera

on its heavy trolley to follow a man

we had the feeling

that a GOD was following the man

with his heavy EYES

But today

if a boy follows his lover

with the camera on his smart phone

there will be no such feeling

HOW

TO FIND

THE

GODS’ GAZE?

THE TREMOR?

THE CHILDHOOD OF ART?

Good evening, this is Jean-Luc Godard.

I’m in Paris for 2 days and if you could call me

in the evening at the office or

47 47 10 40 at 10 63,

or else…

OR ELSE

OR ELSE

ETERNALLY RESTARTING

We are still waiting alive, there you go.

Or not alive enough.

THE P… ETERNAL

Attention.

We are going to see an image.

Did you see it?

What does it say?

We will watch it again.

For those who might have blinked.

Attention.

Did you see it this time?

Did it leave an impression on you?

Did it imprint on your retina?

Now, we will watch it again.

But 24 times in a row.

Yes, it's an apple.

It will outlive us all,

even if today, it no longer exists as an apple,

and what’s more, this "today" is not yours

and no longer exists for you

or for me.

But we just granted an eternity of a second

to a good apple.

Amen.

VOYAGE TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH

Let's come back down to Earth for a moment.

Our magma.

Hey idiot, wake up.

You are on Earth.

Alive.

You will have to choose your shot,

your battle,

while waiting to join

the reverse shot.

And then, you will also have to play

the game,

find your place,

Who are you?

dig your furrow,

while praying

for the unex—

THE UNEXPECTED

I don't think I've ever done any subjective shots.

(Shots from the point of view of a character in the film)

TABOO?

Yet

those of Hitchcock

rocked my youth.

I’m looking to do shots that have already been seen

ILLUSION OF DÉJÀ VU

As a souvenir of the present

Oh, wait

I made one subjective shot

One day

it will be like when we've already lived.

THE WOMAN FILMED

A BEAUTY MARK

The brilliant scientist is madly in love

with the woman he just married.

She’s a perfect beauty.

But...

But as the days go by, he becomes pathologically obsessed

with the birthmark she has

on her left cheek,

which, according to him, ruins the perfection of her face.

While so many others wanted

to kiss that mark.

He managed to invent a potion that will make the impurity disappear.

His wife, seeing that his obsession

turns into phobia, into disgust,

agrees out of love to drink the potion.

The mark indeed disappears.

But the woman dies immediately.

- No beauty - Without flaw

MUSIC

VOICE

SWAN SONGS

For is there nothing that elevates you

like having been loved

by a dead man or woman?

The people in our dreams at night,

we should always call them in the morning when we wake.

Life would be clearer.

Hello?

I dreamed of you.

This is why there are moments when nothing can be changed

without changing everything.

Times when nothing can be untied from us,

otherwise everything is untied.

Hello, it's Sandra.

THE SUN OF THE DEAD

On the streets of the city,

there is my love.

No matter where he goes in divided time,

he’s no longer my love.

Anyone can talk to him.

He no longer remembers who exactly loved him

and lights him from afar

so he doesn't fall.

OKSANA THE UKRAINIAN

A human blinks

between 15 and 20 times per minute.

That's 1,200 times per hour.

And per day, 28,000 blinks of an eye.

If we didn't blink, our eyes would quickly get dry,

and we would go blind.

But images are increasingly squeezed

into a continuous flow.

They no longer breathe,

no longer blink several times a second.

They seek to make us blind.

Yes.

We need to blink.

The beauty of the world,

we impose it.

[Annette will be there, post-credits]

Good night, little ones.

Now, I turn off the light.

Sweet dreams.

And now,

from Alex, who lives in Suresnes,

for Miura, who lives in the 20th, "Modern Love"

by David Bowie.